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A Collection of Joyous Small Moments

I haven’t shared the beauty in a while, so I’m going to take this lazy Sunday afternoon to do just that! 

I promise, I’ll be brief so that you can spend your moments exploring these wonderful treats:

In a recent post, At Least for Me, Kris, from Pretty All True, lovingly wrote about her eldest daughter’s transition from her crib to a big girl bed.  When I read it, my heart grew so big it nearly exploded.  This post is beautiful and tender and I could reread it many times over.  Though it spoke to me partly because we recently introduced Katie to her big girl bed, this story of a mother’s intense love for her child is a gift for us all.

Andy, from Crazy with a Side of Awesome Sauce, recently captured a lovely small moment with a gorgeous, warm photograph, Golden Afternoon, that made me peaceful and happy.

My favorite food is salmon.  Every time I eat it, I am overwhelmed with bliss and caught in that very moment.  Meredith, from In Sock Monkey Slippers, recently posted a recipe for Rosemary and Garlic Roasted Salmon that screams out for me to make it and eat it entirely by myself.  Some things simply cannot be shared.

I am often struck by the way we remember things and by which bits of an experience stay with us.  Jen, from Denton Sanitorium, has written a beautiful post, M is for Memories, that thoughtfully questions how her children will remember their recent vacation. 

Though Guilty Squid never fails to make me laugh, I read a post this week that made me giggle, guffaw, and cry with laughter.  I loved it and I think you will too. Read it here:  This is the story of how I thought this Hollywood writer/director/producer was proposing to me. As it turns out, I may be proposing *for* him.

Chris Jordan has captured the essence of living in the moment with these beautiful shots of summer bliss:  The Camera Just Loves This Kid

Now, I’m off to feed Katie some watermelon!

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My Would-Be Husband

Goodbyes are always so difficult for me.  My aunt and uncle have been visiting for the past ten days and left this morning.  We live on the opposite coast from my family.  Time spent with them is precious and slips through my fingers every time.

I was two years old when my father died.  Growing up without a father is life defining.

When you are a child without a father, you see them everywhere.  Holding hands with their children, teaching them to ride a bike, tossing them in the air.

When you are a child without a father, you ache for what you don’t have.

Your heart breaks when you hear the term “Daddy’s Girl,” as those words will never be used to describe you, no matter how much you wish it were so.

My uncle, my godfather, was just a teenager when I was born.  He was so incredibly cool and handsome; I was sure that I would marry him.  I followed him everywhere and knew that he’d marry me just as soon as I could convince him how wonderful a plan it was.

We watched football together, he taught me to ride a bike, he took me for rides in his car, he played his Foreigner and Styx albums (yes, albums!) for me.  I adored him.

All this time, he was giving me the one gift that no one else truly could.  He was being my dad.

His kindness, compassion, and presence are gifts that have lasted me a lifetime.  They are gifts that ultimately led me to my husband, as I knew that I could settle for no one less wonderful.

What a lucky woman my aunt is!  I sure hope she’s enjoying my guy.

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